Thinking about you
in the days gone by,
memories going through
what we had - you and I.
Those sun rising days
that now are all gone,
our many drifting on ways
walking by in the sun.
Love that is not returning
feelings inside my heart,
forever in times yearning
that now are so far apart.
Those many moments giving
all that was inside true,
and through the years of living
all what I had with you.
Time is always leaving
further away to the deep,
memories go on grieving
dreams that we cannot keep.
Love is a way of a living
and never to be you only,
so much of a heart giving
'til you become again lonely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a way of a living and never to be you only, so much of a heart giving 'til you become again lonely. A beautifully penned love poem, thanks poet for it. 10++++++